Friday Fictioneers – Going Home

A thin sunlight sifted through the branches like snow, dusting him with photons. He blinked in the sudden cold glare, hunching deeper into his army-surplus greatcoat.

Behind him, a single track of footprints snaked through the trees. Ahead, the landscape lay virgin, untrodden. His breath frosted above him, a speech bubble bereft of words.

The way home was long and uncertain, wolves shadowing every step of the trek. He threw back his head and filled the speech bubble with a silent howl of desperation. Exile makes sense if you were never really at home in the first place.

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Well if any light is around you at all, technically you’re always being dusted by photons. 😉 I’m worried about the wolves though. Most of the time, they go out of their way to avoid humans, but I still wouldn’t want to be exiled among them.